PREFACE 



SOME two or three years ago, a friend of mine, to 

 whom I had been narrating some of my experiences, 

 warmly urged me to write a book. Knowing that 

 works on big game hunting and tales of adventure 

 were innumerable, and having little time after the 

 arduous labour of the chase to devote to literary 

 pursuits, I, at first, viewed the project with some 

 hesitancy. The idea, once conceived, however, 

 began to mature, and having kept an unbroken 

 diary for the last sixteen years, I felt (apart from 

 any hope of the result some day appearing before 

 the public) that the setting forth of my rough notes 

 in a more finished form would be an excellent 

 method of indulging in the pleasures of recollection, 

 and of calling up before my mind's eye the scenes 

 and people I love so well. If the perusal of my 

 narrative whiles away one dull moment from the 



reader's life, I shall feel all the more convinced that 



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the time I have spent thereon has not been wasted. 

 I have intentionally divided up my matter into . 



